Through The Gates

When the light burns as sensible primal being, 
And wish you left this world, wish you could be alone, 
Alone in the silence 
As the pale beams of the Dying Sun, 
Wish that feeble breeze went through 
Your pores, 
While you dream about the beauty 
As a child again, 
Beyond belief, 
Beyond substance 
And the reality, 
Through the gates of human mind.